For the first time, since stepping into Baal City, the new King of the Delta Quadrant smiled. A kindred spirit stepped through Lucky's threshold. His apprentice.
Grim.
The tall thin man moved under a dark cloud. His real name unknown to everyone but Malcolm. Grim's name given to him after one of his victim muttered, 'don’t take me Grim Reaper' before Grim drove a screwdriver through his throat. Malcolm had laughed many times at that story, being his most favoured memory of the thin man. Each time tears of humour ran from his narrow eyes.
Thus Grim was born.
Normally Grim's reputation proceeded him, yet there were those few who had never felt the shiver of his name being whispered in their ears. For those unlucky few that had the unpleasant encounter with Grim, they alwa
